Band imagines

Tony Perry imagine

I walk up the stairs to my apartment and cannot wait to collapse on the couch. I've worked over 60 hours this week and really just need to relax.

I walk into the apartment and see my boyfriend, Tony, sitting on the couch playing his Xbox.

"Hey babe.How was work?" I look around the apartment and the place is disgusting. The sink is filled with dishes, trash is so full that some of it is on the floor, cabinets are open, and there are food wrappers and soda cans all over the living room.

I stand there in shock for a minute in hopes that I'm just tired and imagining it...but I'm not.

"Tony, are you fucking kidding me?" I say, trying to hold back my anger.

"What?" He says, not even taking his eyes off the screen.

"The apartment is trashed!" I'm standing at the end of the couch as he continues to play his game, so I walk over and unplug the Xbox.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" He yells, standing up.

"Look around Tony! You've destroyed the apartment!"

"It's not that bad Y/N, you're overreacting." He walks over to plug the Xbox back in but I block his path.

"I do not work 60 hours a week to come home every single day to pick up your messes! I did the dishes yesterday and the sink is already full! There's trash everywhere!"

"The guys came over for a little bit, what's the big deal?" Tony sits back down on the couch and just looks at me.

"The big deal, Tony, is that this isn't just your apartment and I am not your fucking maid! I am not obligated to do your laundry and make your dinner and it is not my job to clean up all your fucking messes!" I'm yelling at this point and I can feel my face is bright red.

I step closer to Tony and he stands up. "This isn't all my fault! You live here too Y/N!"

"I'm barely here Tony and when I am here I'm spending all my time cleaning up after you! If you don't see that this is a problem then I-"

"Then what Y/N?" He asks, interrupting me. You can hear in his voice that he's pissed.

"Then maybe you should go." I say, making complete eye contact.

"You can't be serious." Tony says, not moving at all.

"I'm dead serious Tony! You don't respect me or my things. You're a slob and you don't even care! I want you to grab your shit and go!"

It takes Tony a second to see that I'm serious and then he starts to put some stuff into his backpack.

"Fine." He says, sliding his backpack on. Before he turns to leave he quickly moves towards me and picks me up.

"Tony, what are you doing?!" I scream, mainly out of shock.

He gets out of the apartment before putting me down.

"You said grab my things and you're my girl." He smiles a little and I know he's proud of himself.

I try not to smile, but it was too cute for me to ignore.

"Oh come on, you can't be mad at me after that!" He smiles, putting his hands on my hips. He rests his forehead on mine and just looks at me.

"That was cute, bit I'm still disgusted by our apartment Tony. That wasn't a joke."